It takes courage, it takes attitude!
“It is not enough to know it, one must also apply it. It is not enough to want it, one must also do it.” Do you agree with our great and immortal Goethe?!
Profile of Miss_greem
My Personal Info
| Height | Not available |
| Weight | Not available |
| Ethnicity | Not available |
| Eye color | brown |
| Hair color | brown |
| Hair length | longer |
| Figure | sportive |
| Body hair | Not available |
| Pubic hair | shaved |
| Cup size | Not available |
| Glasses | Not available |
| Tattoos | Not available |
| Piercings | Not available |
| Marital status | single |
| Smoking | Not available |
My preferences
What I'm looking for, is
- a man
What I would like to experience, is
- a relationship
- a flirt
- an affair
- an exciting friendship
What turns me on, is
Not available
More about me
What I can tell about myself
Like skin in the wind, I am receptive, but selective; I touch only what pulsates, only what lives.
What's being said about me
I am as you see me. I can be light as a breeze or strong as a storm, It depends on when and how you see me pass by.
My erotic fantasy
Not available
Diary of Miss_greem
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Nov 29, 2025 11:07 pm
Miss_greem writes a new entry in the diary
more than 3 month ago
Miss_greem writes a new entry in the diary
In the fog
And yet in the summer sunshine There is a quiet happiness that fills me, When I linger in the warm glow And my worries gently fade away. Hermann Hesse
more than 3 month ago
Miss_greem writes a new entry in the diary
Strawberry moon
The red splendor of the night /
The moon rises in fiery splendor, like a sweet fruit in the sky. Its glow dances between vague shadows and whispers secrets to the world.
Come, night, and envelop me in your peace, let the moon paint the sea. Red magic over the water, a dream that will never end.
more than 3 month ago
Miss_greem writes a new entry in the diary
Steps - Hermann Hesse
As every flower fades and every youth yields to age, every stage of life blooms, every wisdom also and every virtue at their time and may not last forever. The heart must be ready for farewell and new beginnings at every call of life, in order to give itself to other, new bonds with courage and without sorrow. And every beginning holds a magic within, that protects us and helps us to live. We should cheerfully traverse room after room, not cling to any as if to a homeland, the world-spirit does not want to fetter us and narrow us, it wants to lift and widen us step by step. Scarcely are we at home in a circle of life and comfortably accustomed, when slackness threatens, only he who is ready for departure and travel may free himself from the paralyzing effect of habit. It may also be that the hour of death will send us young into new realms, the call of life for us will never end… Well then, heart, take leave and be healthy!
more than 3 month ago
Miss_greem writes a new entry in the diary
Moon night - Joseph von Eichendorff
It was as if the sky
had kissed the earth still,
such that in the bloom's shimmer
you now had to dream of it.
The air went through the fields,
the ears of grain swayed gently,
the forests rustled softly,
the night was so starry.
And my soul stretched
its wings far and wide,
flew through the silent lands,
as if it were flying home.
more than 3 month ago
Miss_greem writes a new entry in the diary
Heart twilight
The sun rises in your eyes and every ray warms my soul. Yesterday dissolves into the breeze and today dances in your calm voice.
more than 3 month ago
Miss_greem writes a new entry in the diary
Life is worth living!
“Love is the only force that can bring us to overcome our limits and give meaning to the path of life.” / Excerpt from the book “Journey to the Orient” by Hermann Hesse
more than 3 month ago
Miss_greem writes a new entry in the diary
Love Song - Rainer Maria Rilke
How should I keep my soul so that
it doesn't touch yours? How should I
lift it above you to other things?
Oh, I would like to put it somewhere
Lost in the darkness, in a foreign quiet place,
that doesn't swing when your depths swing.
But everything that touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a bow stroke,
that draws a voice from two strings.
On what instrument are we strung?
And which violinist has us in his hand?
Oh, sweet song.
